"I must come up and talk to him this afternoon." "We left him writing," Felicia said.

"Of course, he declares that it is for his beloved newspaper, but I am not sure.

He scarcely ever goes out in the daytime.

What can he have to write about?
David's work is strenuous enough, and I have told him that if he turns war correspondent again, I shall break it off." "We all have our work to do in life," Hunterleys reminded her.

"You have to sing in _Aida_ to-night, and you have to do yourself justice for the sake of a great many people.